fifth gear love song
It’s a rush from the clutch into first. Idle to mobile is a change in direction. Reverse is two. Always remember reverse is two changes in direction from first.
Out-of-pocket expenses twist up and around to insecure dreams on shoestrings. Student loans are appetizers. Comfortable living comes at the cost of running in place, which is at least exercise. We rinse and repeat without instructions on the label now, but repetition becomes hassle. My late arrival becomes on-time departure for the binge drinkers in my evening classes.
Tallahassee celebrates the connection between your looks and their beer, my wallet and my social security number. Sleep is much better with your clothes off.
Eagles sit stagnant atop the capitol while the pelicans catch dinner in Palm Beach. Probably the most natural and unmodified behaviors in that fucking city, but it should be the other way around. You can buy revocation here in twelve packs for cheap, and revalation is sold in eighteen for much cheaper. Credit is invisible, golden eggs are a hard find in an electric nest. Still, the counterculture hermit sits in a temporary shell expecting change of character in change of shell.
Every square inch of her body, diamond to the brightest of lights. Sexually, an unconscious surrender of foreplay to its mate. Brunette bombshell with symmetrical brown hypnosis machines for the soul to orbit. Got me all suckered in. Kindergarten blanket, human form. Body pillow. An attachment to complexity becomes simple. Winter brings emotional weather. Reminders of Christmas angst and an introduction to a woman. Both reasonable insecurities.
Scorched citronella on the porch freeze-frame each direction blown and metaphor becomes reality. Eyes to the sky catch the moon nightly in daydreams turned homing pigeons. Bring me the moon. A crescent infinity.
Greed supersedes will.
Irony ties its belt tight to keep an ignorant man’s pants up.
Sincerely yours,
The big hill on Hayden Road
Apartment 126 - ‘round the back up top like a haircut
Visitors feel free and stop by;
Drinks are on the house.
P.s. - always wrapped around your finger
maybe someday you can meet me halfway there.
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for listening:
atmosphere - the woman with tattooed hands
atmosphere - modern man's hustle